The Packing Up Post
I meant to write about this before but forgot...
So here's the thing. I'm moving out of my apartment soon. And in my head I think I'd like to sell some of my earthly possessions because, well, lets face it--I have a ton of crap. And I can't fit most of it in a 10x12 dorm room when I'm an RA. But then I look around and the bulk of my possessions are represented by stuff I really don't see myself getting rid of. I have a ton of books. A couple of boxes of sewing/crafting stuff. A bunch of clothes and shoes (give me a break. I'm femme.) Two or three boxes of Judaica and pesadick dishes/cookery plus my regular Shabbos candlesticks and kiddush cups. I have enough kitchen/dining supplies to prepare and serve a fancy dinner for 12 as well as Grandma's superfancy fine china. Then there's the big stuff. Myamazing mattress and box springs, my dining table, and my dresser.
I have all this conflict. I should get rid of some of my many many books on amazon. But my books are the story of who I've been. They travel with me. And I love them.
The most valuable space-taking thing in my apartment right now is the 6+ boxes of china from Grandma. The pattern goes for something like $30 for a dinner plate. Close to $200 for things like tea pots and special serving pieces. But that's heirloom so I'm supposed to save it to use when I have a family of my own to feed holiday meals to.
And part of my issue is that I spent a lot of money to get all this crap back here from Phoenix after "the divorce." A lot. Just a little more than a year ago. And I hate to have that all be for naught. It's like my bed and my dining table and my kitchen stuff are proof that I was a grown up once. With a good job. And a home. They're reminders that I'm capable of that kind of life. That someday I'll feel settled again.
And so I have a real problem. About 6 times as much stuff as it is practical for me to own and serious security blanket issues about all that stuff.
Le sigh. Advice?
So here's the thing. I'm moving out of my apartment soon. And in my head I think I'd like to sell some of my earthly possessions because, well, lets face it--I have a ton of crap. And I can't fit most of it in a 10x12 dorm room when I'm an RA. But then I look around and the bulk of my possessions are represented by stuff I really don't see myself getting rid of. I have a ton of books. A couple of boxes of sewing/crafting stuff. A bunch of clothes and shoes (give me a break. I'm femme.) Two or three boxes of Judaica and pesadick dishes/cookery plus my regular Shabbos candlesticks and kiddush cups. I have enough kitchen/dining supplies to prepare and serve a fancy dinner for 12 as well as Grandma's superfancy fine china. Then there's the big stuff. Myamazing mattress and box springs, my dining table, and my dresser.
I have all this conflict. I should get rid of some of my many many books on amazon. But my books are the story of who I've been. They travel with me. And I love them.
The most valuable space-taking thing in my apartment right now is the 6+ boxes of china from Grandma. The pattern goes for something like $30 for a dinner plate. Close to $200 for things like tea pots and special serving pieces. But that's heirloom so I'm supposed to save it to use when I have a family of my own to feed holiday meals to.
And part of my issue is that I spent a lot of money to get all this crap back here from Phoenix after "the divorce." A lot. Just a little more than a year ago. And I hate to have that all be for naught. It's like my bed and my dining table and my kitchen stuff are proof that I was a grown up once. With a good job. And a home. They're reminders that I'm capable of that kind of life. That someday I'll feel settled again.
And so I have a real problem. About 6 times as much stuff as it is practical for me to own and serious security blanket issues about all that stuff.
Le sigh. Advice?